The beach itself is a short walk from the remote youth hostel I discovered in 1994. In 1998, after an operation that went wrong, I very nearly died of Peritonitis, and as I drifted in and out of consciousness I fought strongly to live because I knew I just had to visit this beach again!! I have since tried to go back every two years to the island and to my Happy Place
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This is actually my first and only (so far) attempt at prose/poetry/whatever it is. Maybe a dodgy time to have experimented, but it felt right to write my love for the place in this form.
This is actually my first an only (so far) attempt at prose/poetry/whatever it is. Maybe a dodgy time to have experimented, but it felt right to write my love for the place in this form.
I'm away there again for a week in about 6 weeks time and I'm looking forward to it!
Lovely place!! I love the Atlantic Ocean, (Which we are only a mile and a half from!) and the first thing I noticed was how blue the water looked on your side of the ocean! And the poem was beautiful, also! 🎀😊🐁✌🐭
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This is actually my first and only (so far) attempt at prose/poetry/whatever it is. Maybe a dodgy time to have experimented, but it felt right to write my love for the place in this form.
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This is actually my first an only (so far) attempt at prose/poetry/whatever it is. Maybe a dodgy time to have experimented, but it felt right to write my love for the place in this form.
I'm away there again for a week in about 6 weeks time and I'm looking forward to it!
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🎀😊🐁✌🐭
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